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Someone just sent me this. I thought it kind of summed things up fairly well.
A journalist assigned to the Jerusalem bureau has an
apartment overlooking the Western Wall. Every day when
she looks out, she sees an old bearded Jewish man
praying vigorously. Certain he would be a good
interview subject, the journalist goes down to the
Wall, and introduces herself to the old man.
She asks, "You come every day to the Wall. Sir, how
long have you done that and what are you praying for?"
The old man replies, "I have come here to pray every
day for 25 years. In the morning I pray for world
peace and for the brotherhood of man. I go home have
a cup of tea, and I come back and pray for the
erradication of illness and disease from the earth.
And very, very important, I pray for peace and
understanding between the Israelis and Palestinians."
The journalist is impressed. "How does it make you
feel to come here every day for 25 years and pray for
these wonderful things?" she asks.
The old man replies, calmly, "Like I'm talking to a
fucking wall." |
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